The end is nigh. The clock approaches midnight, darkness falls and thousands of torches appear like fallen stars in the hills surrounding Mordheim. Magnus the Pious has united the Empire; now, he marches on Mordheim followed by an army of fanatics. Chants of "Sigmar! Sigmar!" echo from the hills to resonate through crooked alleys, over drooping roofs and across cracked boulevards. Doom has come at last.